Zahirymar Flores

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A force slammed into me, and the weightlessness of before crashed heavy in my gut, tickling as it climbed into my chest.  I opened my eyes to black wings. Beautiful, raven black with hints of blue and purple. Warm skin against my cheek. The magnificent profile of a face and patched eye. A fuzzy haze crawled over him, the fringes of my view closing in on all sides. Narrower. Narrower. Until only a pinprick of light flashed before my eyes and everything turned black.
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